It occurs to me that in the midst of our confusion with so many reasons to despair we seldom understand the breaking in of God’s presence always arrives in the birthing of a child always born an unlikely voice from the undercard of life’s champion fight and that voice yours or mine even always says something brave feet yours or mine stand the ground of love refuse to be vanquished always that…

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It occurs to me that in the midst of our confusion

with so many reasons to despair

we seldom understand the

breaking in of God’s presence

always

arrives

in the birthing of a child

always

born an unlikely voice

from the undercard

of life’s champion fight

and that voice

yours or mine

even

always

says something brave

feet

yours or mine

stand the ground of love

refuse to be vanquished

always

that unlikely child

grows up

again and again

to bring the weary world

comfort

and

joy

 

Into each life/ Daddy would say/ and I would answer some rain must fall/ thanks to Ella and the Ink Spots/ for the wisdom of the ages/ not happy wisdom/ placating wisdom/ for sale elsewhere/ not of that ilk/ like the wheat and tares /growing up together/ like Que Sera Sera/ another saying oft told/Whatever will be/ will be/ the wisdom of my aging/ comes back to me/ straightens my backbone to face the odds/ the words of the song quoted with shake of head/ and loving eyes/ living on in me

Things get torn open guts spilled out before they can be put together in order one such box reminded me of the tree we waited in agony to see it seemed the only point of agreement they had was secrecy then it burst into sight all the light and dangling sweet ornaments they fall into my hand one by one with a tender weight and make me wish for a frenzied burst of activity although it will never…

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Things get torn open

guts spilled out

before they can be put together

in order

one such box

reminded me of the tree

we waited in agony to see

it seemed the only point of agreement

they had

was secrecy

then it burst into sight

all the light and dangling sweet

ornaments

they fall into my hand

one by one

with a tender weight

and make me wish

for a frenzied burst of activity

although it will never bring

that magic

just a secret linkage

to some distant lineage

of joy

The knowledge
that something or someone dear
is on the way
steeps me in yearning delight
like I steep my cup of excellent
earl gray
in a boil
of wanting
a simmer of waiting
a delight to be sipped slowly
not frenetically at all
I have finally learned to steep
and sip
relax
and enjoy
the time
savor every second of
far horizons drawing
nigh
 

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The knowledge

that something or someone dear

is on the way

steeps me in yearning delight

like I steep my cup of excellent

earl gray

in a boil

of wanting

a simmer of waiting

a delight to be sipped slowly

not frenetically at all

I have finally learned to steep

and sip

relax

and enjoy

the time

savor every second of

far horizons drawing

nigh

 

There will be no end

I try to think of the things
of which there will be no end
and it is actually hard
we can hardly think
of categories we can only
imagine
we are built to decay
everything does
and that which does not
like styrofoam
destroys
yet
there is a vague small thread
almost
impossible to grasp
that leads to a lofty
possibility
a goodness wrapped in joy
that
has
no
ending

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I try to think of the things

of which there will be no end

and it is actually hard

we can hardly think

of categories we can only

imagine

we are built to decay

everything does

and that which does not

like styrofoam

destroys

yet

there is a vague small thread

almost

impossible to grasp

that leads to a lofty

possibility

a goodness wrapped in joy

that

has

no

ending